A disaster starts a
dialogue. There was no grace in
strangling the stars. You arrest the sky.
The spring wants peace
in the wars of strange flowers. The
scented gesture brings a contested love.
My observation was rich
in articulating the shadows of the moon
in water of different colors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Water is colourless but it is there to form a rainbow. A beautiful poem! !